Chapter 45 Why choose?
My skin was alive. My mind sharp.
I was aware of just how long we had been here. How quickly our one-hour window was closing.
That this was Dad’s silver cage. Right behind his mansion.
But I did not care.
It might have been because of the spells, or just Selfish-Lys making her brief return to soak in the pleasure of this one-time experience.
But nothing else mattered, even as the sky roared and the clouds wept. I would not give this up for anything.
I basked in the reassurance of Finn’s weight on top of me, his fiery, fiery kisses, using that hot tongue as a pleasure tool in my mouth.
Giving pleasure, giving and giving and only taking what I gave.
The scent of lilies in his hair filled my lungs as my hands found their way to the brown curls.
Goosebumps formed a line down my arms, and my nipples hardened at the surprising texture.
At how soft those curls were, like raw silk, coiling like loose ringlets around my fingers.
His hands were everywhere now, up my naked thighs, clutching my waist on both sides, brushing over my shirt as they journeyed up to squeeze my breasts.
I gasped on air.
He leaned away from me, and when our eyes met, he winked.
I blushed.
Slipping his fingers under the hem of my shirt, he dunked and pulled the cotton fabric over his head.
My body jerked as the shirt stretched to accommodate him, and his tongue swirled around my nipple.
He paused a second, and then caught my nipple between his teeth.
My back bowed off the floor, a new heat coming alive between my legs. My panties, the only clothing I had on my bottom half, was damp, so damp, and the lightest air across it was torture.
He pushed a leg up and wedged his thigh between my legs, spreading them wider. I angled my hips and started to rub against him like a greedy kitten.
Using his thigh for friction like I had used the outline of his dick earlier. He caressed the back of my thigh, cradling my ass in his palm and helping me to move higher, faster.
My moans carried over the rain, beating against the windows, against the roof, down on the asphalt flooring surrounding the cage.
Just then, his lips clamped around my nipple with an abrupt wrath and the world went quiet.
He sucked hard on my nipples, moving his face between them with a sudden darkened mood. Almost as if the taste and feel of them reminded him of something vexing. His hands moved from tender and cradling to squeezing and spanking.
My eyes flew open.
Draki came to mind immediately. The way he squeezed my thigh when he had me in his lap today.
My heart was pounding now even as I groaned and moaned and squirmed under him at this new intensity. This rough possessiveness that was pulling me to the edge of another orgasm.
I belonged to that dragon, and he owned me in more ways than a law court could have made possible.
But Finn did not let me stay distracted for longer than a second, his mouth was insistent, his tongue wicked.
His hands were painful clamps on my flesh, pinching, squeezing.
I gasped, finally realizing what he was doing.
He was marking me. He was marking me like he did in those dreams I had with all three of them.
He wanted to leave marks all over me where the Hearthrown Alphas could see.
“Finn.” I gasped, unable to pull away from him, unable to stop myself from rubbing against him for relief. “They’ll know.”
“That’s the point.” He brought his head out of my shirt, and his eyes reflected a storm. “I want them to know you did this because you chose to. Not outta fear. Not as some bloody payment just to walk again.”
My lips were slack, short gasps spilling out as a rhythmic surge flared between my legs, over and over while my hips moved.
I could only stare at him.
I did not have the heart to tell him that I was not giving my body to the men because I was scared.
That although it had started as just an exchange: I needed their help to walk again and my body seemed a small price to pay, it was all different now.
That my heart kicked whenever I remembered the heat in Draki’s kiss this morning. That I was growing an addiction for the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing he could see, a weak thing he fantasized about breaking.
That I could not stop dreaming about the pain he promised, and that I wanted him to use me, to cuff me, to humiliate me if it meant he would hold me in his arms the way he did today, and call me his wife with a fierce protectiveness the way he did at the hospital.
Finn would give me that are you insane look again if I told him the Dragon’s angry voice made me wet.
Or that it was an awful struggle to kill my love for Hale, to not give into that heedless, reckless love that had almost destroyed me, but destroyed him, now that we were in the same house again.
That my heart still stopped whenever he turned those midnight blue eyes to me.
I could not tell him all this because it would hurt him. He would think he meant nothing to me when he was literally the one I would start a war for.
Reawaken the old Lys for if it meant, I got to protect him, defend him and make sure he never got hurt again.
My world stopped then. My body split into halves as my uterus clenched in another orgasm, as the realization struck me like a punch.
I wanted them all.
Night take me! I wanted all three men.
In different capacities and different ways, but I wanted all three of them. Now.